In a foreign land.

For some reason, I feel really compelled to write in this blog again. This time, I crossed lands instead of oceans and find myself living on the east coast for the first time in my life. It's been a long dream of mine to move over here and it was quite the arduous process. Now that I have arrived, I am certain that I will need writing to keep me sane. I will also need my writing to revisit, reflect and process. Fuck that, I just need to stop being lazy, "overwhelmed," and write again. I had another blog and I did something weird to the html and am annoyed with the layout. LA overwhelmed me. Being an adult overwhelmed me. And as a result my writing waned. I was distracted with the drive, the freeways, the numbers, the sheets, the things I had to do. I want to say that I am free now, but I don't think that's the case. I've always been as free as I want to be, but I chose otherwise. I have a choice: to live my life the way I want and change or be the same. I choose the former.

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What does your spirit look like? Some may never know. They spend their whole lives trying to figure it out. Others know. They know and they spend every fucking waking minute of their lives telling the world what it looks like because if they don't, their spirit might just forget.

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The most beautiful colors chase the sun

They wrap her trail in a taunting gesture

That seems to sing out loud,

"this is what you're missing"

-Sun Hands Local Natives